Well, I finished my #43 birthday list with a week to spare. #44 commences on December 1. I still have to report on eight items from #43, one of which is: Wolf Hollow.
Wolf Hollow is a wolf sanctuary north of Boston. I’ve been wanting to visit it for years, so I’m glad to have finally made it there. Visitors sit on benches and listen to a one-hour presentation about wolves while watching about six wolves wander around and interact with other staff. I was hoping to be closer to the wolves, but I understand that the several layers of fencing between visitors and the wolves is there to protect both parties.
The wolves were so comfortable with the staff that they acted like dogs! The staff rubbed their bellies and stroked their backs. The presenter said that if you found yourself facing a wolf, it would not attack you. (Unless you provoked it.) I also learned that there are no wolves in the Northeast. (Unless they visit from Canada or other parts of the U.S.) Wolf populations were decimated by humans over the years and many types of wolves have been on the endangered species list.
After the presentation ended, visitors could visit two other wolf “packs” in separate enclosures. This allowed us to get a closer look at the beautiful creatures. Thanks to Wolf Hollow for educating the public and taking good care of the wolves!
I spent my birthday on Cape Cod for the third year in a row. This year’s locale was Falmouth. We had one beautiful day and one crappy day weather-wise. Allen and I spent the beautiful day exploring the art exhibits and grounds of Highfield Hall and Gardens. I love touring historic homes and grounds, so I was so pleased that the community rallied and raised millions of dollars to keep this estate safe from bulldozers.
Then we walked to a neighborhood beach and sat for a while. I wanted to catch the sunset and a lighthouse at the same time, so we drove along winding roads to Nobska Light. We watched the sunset from a spot across the street from lighthouse that overlooks Vineyard Sound.
We had a lovely Italian dinner and then drove to a nearby beach in hopes of seeing another sunset. All we saw was fog. But fog is pretty in its own way.
On the way out of town, we stopped at Coonamessett Farm because I had read there were farm animals there. Alpacas, sheep, goats, chickens, oh, yes! I also picked some fresh lettuce to take home with me.
Forty-eight hours of a quintessential New England vacation. A happy birthday indeed.
My cat Olive is sick. One day a few weeks ago, I noticed that her back legs were weak and she was sometimes sliding or walking bow-legged. There were no other signs that she was in pain. I thought that she might have diabetes, since that’s a common disease among older cats.
Well, her bloodwork came back fine, so the next step was to see a neurologist. The neurologist examined her and came to the conclusion that something is probably wrong with her spine; maybe a tumor is pressing on it.
But I’ll never know what is wrong with her, because it costs thousands of dollars to have an MRI done. I feel like a bad mom, but I don’t have that kind of money. What makes this decision a little less distressing are the facts that she is 17 years old and has lived a healthy life up until now. So, for now, I am giving her some medication that will help decrease inflammation.
She is acting normally otherwise, but I do wonder if she is in any pain. Cats are great at masking pain (an evolutionary trait). If only she spoke English, she could respond to my query, “What is your level of pain on a scale of 1 to 10, 10 being the worst pain you’ve ever experienced.”
I’ve had Olive for almost her entire life. She’s a complicated girl (read: semi-feral and engages in unprovoked attacks), but she has been the best companion she could be. She’s like the family member who is sometimes a thorn in your side, but you love them anyway.
I’m enjoying every day I have left with her before she crosses the rainbow bridge.
You know you’re too busy when you’re still reporting on things that you checked off the list in February…
My friend Abby and I intended to ride a zipline set up in a Boston park by a Kissimmee, Florida, tourist organization one February weekend. But when I arrived 15 minutes before it opened and the wait was already two hours, we settled for having our photo taken with a baby alligator and holding a lizard called a bearded dragon. I pleaded with the handler to refrain from putting a large snake around my neck. (However, the snake was surreptitiously slipped around Abby’s neck.)
I was expecting the bearded dragon to be solid and rough, but it had a very soft underbelly. It was cute for a lizard.
And with no segue…I baked zucchini bread for the first time. My mom baked it once in a while when I was young so I feel nostalgic whenever I buy it at a cafe. I found her recipe for zucchini muffins (not bread, curiously) and spent a Sunday afternoon grating zucchini.
It turned out SO GOOD. I’m adding it to my baking rotation now.
You’ll be hearing from me again soon as I attempt to make up for lost time…